Page 43 of Stroke of Fate

“You can give it to me another time.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I reply. “It looks good on you.”

Really fucking good.

She looks up at me with that same heated gaze she had on the dance floor. The air between us cracks with tension, and I know I should walk away. But I physically can’t get myself to do it.

Especially not when her tongue snakes out and runs across her full bottom lip. My nostrils flare as I try to focus on anything but pressing her mouth to mine.

Here in her room, where there’s no one around, it’s different. Nothing is stopping us from crossing this line. One we both clearly want to.

This pull between us has been building since our conversation hours ago. Hell, since the first moment we met. And now it’s shaking the ground, threatening to explode.

“You shouldn’t do that.” The words are a warning as much as a plea.

“Do what?” She whispers.

Her big blue eyes linger on mine, and it’s damn near my undoing.

“Look at me like you want to fuck me.” I rasp.

“What if I do?” Desire thickens her tone, making my blood thrum with heat.

Those words shatter the restraint I’ve been clinging to all evening. I gently grip her jaw, my aching dick begs to be released and give her what we both want, but I force myself not to take this any further.

Bear may not be as drunk as she was earlier, but there is no way all the alcohol is out of her system, and I don’t want her waking up regretting this in the morning or, worse, thinking I took advantage of her in a vulnerable state.

That doesn’t mean I can’t keep this foreplay going for a little longer, even if it’s the slow, torturous type.

My thumb traces the seam of her plump lips. She leans into my touch, a whimper escaping her. I take advantage of the slight parting of her lips and slide my thumb in slowly, and when she sucks, we both groan.

Her tongue swirls around, and the hand resting by my side curls into a fist. My nails dig into the fleshy part of my palm to stop myself from exploding in my pants.

“Are you wet for me?” The words are strained as I push them out.

Her long lashes flutter closed, and she nods.

“Look at me,” I demand, and when her eyes snap back to mine, I say more gently. “Use your words.”

She pulls back slightly and whispers shyly, “Yes.”

“Good.” I let go of her jaw and step back. “Remember who made your pussy ache with need when I walk out of here.”

“Wh-what you’re leaving?”

Her face falls, wide eyes stare up at me, and the sight is like a kick to the gut. But I didn’t bring her home for sex. I wanted to make sure she was safe; that’s it. Even if walking away from her with a raging hard-on is one of the most painful things I’ve had to do.

“I thought…” Her words trail off, and I know she must be feeling confused. But this isn’t about me not wanting to take this further.

God, do I want to.

Fantasizing about it is one thing but having it within my reach is something else entirely.

Bending down, I bring my mouth close to her ear, careful not to touch her. If I do, I might not have the willpower to walk away.

“When I fuck you,” Bear’s eyes widen as I let the words linger between us. “I want you to remembereverything. Every moan, every quiver of your thighs, but most importantly, how it’s my name falling from your lips when you come.”

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